| We part for ever from today
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| Farewell beloved one
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| And I, unto may death, your way
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| Will shun
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| I care not now where you may go
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| You can no more bereave me
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| Today the sweetest girl I know
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| Does leave me
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| And the air still moves my curtain
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| As it used in times of yore…
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| Moonlight down the lane uncertain
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| Only you come nevermore
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| Nor shall I as in former hours
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| Build Spanish castles high
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| With star-lit windows, and with towers of sky
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| When, shivering with bitter cold
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| Through winter nights uncertain
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| I watched lest you perhaps unfold
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| Your curtain
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| O what delight to stroll with you
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| Beneath that flowering trees
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| When poured its light their branches through
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| The moon
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| That I might catch with rapturous thrill
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| The words that you let fall
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| And that today I barely still
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| Recall
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| How often did I secretly pray
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| Swift night her sails would furl
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| That we might thus forever stray
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| Fair girl |